Every passing day, it's there. It pulls on my shirt collar. It tries to trip me. Such a pain it is to bear. At practice it is even there as well.
This object is the pain and sorrow that I bear with every waning day. During the school day I think of all that is wrong with my life and how mu...

She has medium length chestnut-brown hair and intense, glowing green eyes. She was waiting around the corner of the building up ahead. She was waiting for you to come along so she could obtain revenge, as earlier this week you defeated her in a spar. You saw this coming.
AS you approached the cor...